I saw my problems and I’ll see the light
We got a lovin’ thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain’t no danger we can go too far
We start believin’ now that we can be who we are – grease is the word
They think our love is just a growin’ pain
Why don’t they understand? it’s just a cryin’ shame
Their lips are lyin’, only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel – grease is the word
[Chorus:]
(grease is the word, is the word that you heard)
It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin’ now that we can be who we are – grease is the word
[Chorus]
(grease is the word, is the word that you heard)
It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is a life of illusion, a life of control
Mixed with confusion – what’re we doin’ here?
We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin’ now that we can be who we are – grease is the word
(grease is the word, is the word that you heard)
It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
(grease is the word, is the word that you heard)
It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my handJesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
-Dixie finally put the finishing touches to her portrait of the naked Nikolas, having gotten over her shyness of seeing him naked for her art class. Mrs Barone’ clapped her hands, to signal that the class was over for the day, and many of Dixie’s classmates started to pack away their equipment, while Dixie reached down for her bag, to gather up her art case and follow suit. Nikolas bent down and picked up the sheer robe, placing it back on, and stepping down off the podium, to go get dressed again behind the screen. The scrapping of chair legs on the wooden floor boards, created a din, with the rise of voices, as many now headed out the door, and out into the College grounds. This was Dixie’s first and only class for the day, and content with her work, she handed in her portrait to Mrs Barone’, with a quirky smile, before heading out the door.
“Dixie….wait up.” The voice came from behind her, none other than Nikolas, who was now dressed once again. Dixie stopped on the request and glanced back over her shoulder. “Never thought I would be so happy to see you with clothes on, Cheddar. That…was awkward.” Nikolas jogged to catch up with her, and patted her shoulder, before following with; “Hun, I had no idea you were going to be in that art class. I figured you would be resting up and getting things ready for the baby. You are what…three months gone now?” Nikolas wasn’t bad at all on numbers, and in fact, Dixie was pleasantly surprised by this. “Yeah, about three months. But to be honest, what with everything going on at home, I really need to get out and return to my studies, even with a baby on the way.” The pair started to walk along the pathway together, and Nikolas kept a fond eye upon Dixie, like she was his little sister. Nikolas was curious about how things were progressing with the plans of Alexandros and Demetrios in regards to the efforts to rescue Mia from the Russians. “Have the boys left yet, I was really wanting to ask. I mean, after everything, do you really think it’s safe for you to be out and about in public, with those crazies around?” Dixie sighed, and shrugged her shoulders, knowing in the back of her mind, that she was probably not safe, but her fierce independence streak meant that she refused to be cooped up in the garage. Stopping for a moment, Dixie faced Nikolas to answer his questions.
“As far as I know, the boys are organizing meetings to co-ordinate their efforts. But other than that, they have pretty much left me out of it. I am sure they have their reasons….but..” Dixie paused for a moment, then rubbed her swollen belly. “I am so…hungry.” She changed the subject rather quickly, and smiled up at Nikolas, asking. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat? I don’t think that Demetrios is going to be home tonight, and there is a nice restaurant over the road.” Nikolas then remembered he had forgotten something back at the studio class room. “Okay…deal. I don’t think Maggie is going to be home till late, with her new job and all. Just wait here, and I be right back.” Taking off in the opposite direction, Dixie was left on her own, and she contemplated heading over the road herself. Surely he could catch her up. She started to walk for the curb and step out, when suddenly a black sedan, revved its engines, and took off at speed. It was racing directly for Dixie, as she started to cross the street, turning a split second as she is hit from behind, by none other than Nikolas. “LOOK OUT!” – he screams, and the two of them tumble along the road, as the car swerves around them and speeds off before either could get the licence plate. Stunned and in a panic, Dixie tries to get up, her hands cut and bleeding from the road’s surface. Nikolas is much faster, getting up and quickly wrapping his arms around her and picking her up, to carry her to the other side of the road. On reaching it he puts her down gently, and starts asking people if they got the licence plate of the car. None seemed to know, but they were curious to see if Dixie was alright. Dixie’s breath was labored, and she nodded, though shaken.
“I’m fine…my hands took the impact, and I managed not to land on my tummy. Phew. Who the hell was that?” Dixie’s voice was a bit shaky, and Nikolas brought her into a gentle hug, while staring off down in the direction that the car had gone.
“I don’t know, but I do know one thing. I am not letting you out of my sight.” <3>
Location :
On the set of “Le Cock”
Lot 3B DESPERADO Inc Studios, Prague
-The doors to the studio burst open, and it started off a chain reaction of excitement, for the staff and Porn actors of DESPERADO Inc. Waltzing in, done up to the nines, in a stylish Hello Kitty Jump suit in black and pink was none other than Miss Inga Snoggleblom. Covergirl of the Oil of Ole’ range of bull cum beauty products, but also European ambassador for Hello Kitty. Heads popped out of the various sound stages and offices, and from the makeup department, Phillipe gave out a girly squeal, and ran out to greet his favourite porn starlet. “Miss Inga…You’re back!” His voice was reaching dizzy new heights, and he could barely contain his excitement. He was wearing super tight black leather pants, and a loud tropical shirt, that looked like someone had taken a macaw and shot it upon yellow coloured fabric. Inga went into the routine double air kisses, and then held up her new Gucci sports bag, complete with a tiny Pomeranian doggy. It stuck its head out and growled viciously at the airy fairy Stylist. “Ooo what a cute poochie. When did you get the doggy?” Phillipe enquired, drawing back his fingers, for fear of them being bitten off. “When I sworez off menz. He is helping me fill my inner needz to be a Mother.” Surprised by this revelation, Phillipe bent forward and whispered. “You prefer the taco to the sausage?” Curious for the answer, to see if Inga had suddenly become a man hating Lesbian. Inga gave a light shrug, and contemplated before answering. “All I know is men is troublez…and I do the porn..but that is it. This is acting.”- Inga waved her hand casually, like it didn’t matter. Phillipe chuckled and gave her arm a light punch- “When you see what is on offer today….hehehe, I so wish he was doing me.” Appearing stunned by this, and wondering what he meant, she allowed him to lead her off to makeup.
Passing by the Director’s office, Ivor Rissen was just finishing up a conference call on skype, when he heard the chatter of Inga and her stylist, Phillipe. He immediately excused himself, and got up from his chair so fast, that he near knocked it flying. “INGA!”- He yelled out, chasing her from his office down to where they were about to go into the makeup room. Ivor was eager to have Inga back on the set, being that she was a world famous starlet, for many reasons. He reached for both her hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing both, before shaking her hands vigorously. “Welcome back, Miss Inga. How we have all missed you here at DESPERADO. I want to be the first to congratulate you on your success overseas with Oil of Ole’…and of course, Hello Kitty.”- The small Pomeranian snarled and bared its teeth at the Director, who at first wanted to punt it flying across the room, then decided not to upset his favourite star. “Cute…little puppy you have there.” Snapping his fingers, one of his assistants came darting out of the production office, where they had been setting up the many recording machines for today’s shoot. “Take the puppy to the back room, and make sure it has everything a little star puppy could want. “ Secretly, he was thinking of a bag, a brick and a river, but…he didn’t wish to upset Inga. Inga let the assistant take the bag and patted her hair as he showered her with praise. “You arez to kind, Ivor.” Ivor clapped his hands and then his face became serious, as he wished to discuss today’s shoot. “Now, I know Nuns with Bad Habits, we had the issue of the limp dick star.” At this point, Phillipe was trying to drag Inga in to start her makeup and hair, but on the hearing of the episode with the Priest porn actor, he rolled his eyes, stating: “You got more action than Inga here.” Ivor frowned, but his cheeks did go a rosy red. “Yes…well. Enough about that. I have…a new movie. Called simply. “Le Cock” Phillipe started to make a weee sound, and Inga stared between them. “What you meanz…Le Cock?” Ivor burst out laughing and spun on his heel, heading off to the other star’s dressing room. “You’ll see!” Phillipe finally got Inga into the makeup chair and chuckled as he got in behind her and started to play with her hair. Staring straight in the mirror, she asked Phillipe. “What is this Le Cock?” Phillipe tried to suppress another giggle. “In English, I think it means. THE COCK.” Biting her lip, she tried to imagine, what was attached to Le Cock.
Out on the sound stage, the setting that was being prepared by the props department was of a laneway in France, with cafe chairs and cobble stone streets. Obviously, this was to be a French Porn, which was just dandy, since Inga knew a little French, however, she was unsure of just who was playing Le Cock. When Inga had her makeup and hair done, she was then shown her costume, which was a very sheer floral dress that had a split up the side, and with nine inch heels, in red, she would definitely be showing some leg. Her props were a basket of wine and French breads with fake cheeses, and the script detail was she was a young girl who had been to the market, to get her Grandmother food for dinner. It all seemed above board, except there was no bedroom in this scene, the sex acts would be done standing up against a wall. Nothing really out of the ordinary…but..what about this Le Cock? Phillipe ushered her out onto set, much to the delight of her crew and they all went about checking the lighting, while she set down the basket, and quickly adjusted her lace thong. Wriggling about, she heard a very rich, heavy accented man come up behind her and breathe on the back of her neck. “I am Jacque Le Coq…otherwise known as…Le Cock.” He then gave a light…hip thrust, so she felt something VERY large press against her cotton covered ass cheeks. Freezing momentarily, like she had just been rubbed against by an elephant, she sucked in a breath….”Ooo!” The Director came out of his office and up to the sound stage, clapping for everyone to get in their places. “Come along…time is money. AHHH Jacque…you have met Miss Inga. Wonderful. “But by the look on her face, she was now scared of Le Cock. “Uhm…Ivor?. .. Hello?…can we talkz?” Course, Ivor was already getting in behind the camera, and she quickly snatched up the basket as the lights blazed on the set.
The French music starts to play in the background and Inga tries to put on her best face, with dazzling smile, all the while cringing internally about the presumably well hung Jacque. He was dressed as of all things, a footballer who had just finished a game. All grimy and dirty, marks of mud on his face and arms. He had very few lines, since he really didn’t need them.
“Mademoiselle, permettez-moi de porter votre panier. Je suis sur mon chemin à la maison prendre une douche hors tout cela … la saleté et la crasse. Peut-être, vous pouvez venir .. frotter mon dos.”
(translation: “Miss, allow me to carry your basket. I am on my way home to shower off all this…dirt and grime. Perhaps, you can come..scrub my back.”)
With the camera rolling, and Inga knew her lines, and how she was supposed to act, she turns and then drops her basket, scattering the contents all over the stone floor. Wincing, behind her blonde locks, she bends over to start picking up the groceries, when suddenly Jacque is right in behind her, ripping back her cotton frock and seizing her ass cheeks tight, spreading them.
“OUI!” Inga cries out, as really that was her only line….and word.
It was then, she felt the mighty head of his massive cock try to push into her. Inga couldn’t believe how big it was, and made a cry that even had all the other stars come to see the fuss. He was huge…no…He was ENORMOUS. Other assistants urged for the remaining staff to be silent, as they continued to film the action. Inga’s full breasts rupturing free from her fine cotton dress, bouncing back and forth hard, as the French Le Cock, took her hard. She even had to reach for one of the chairs, to keep her from falling forward.
But it seemed her cries were heard by her latest little friend. For all of a sudden, her Pomeranian had escaped from the back store room and came racing up, barking its head off, seeing his Mistress being fucked by Le Cock. Since Le Cock was so taken with rutting Inga from behind, it would be too late, when he realised the tiny Dog was able to jump up and bit his balls.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!” he cried out, releasing Inga from his hold and twirling around with the dog hanging between his legs.
“Get it off!”
The studio went into meltdown, while Inga tried to stagger off the stage, holding her ass, which was positively throbbing from being taken by Le Cock. The Director, Ivan was screaming at the Dog, and his assistant’s to separate the two, but it had turned into something of a circus. Jacque’s member, quickly deflated, as he decided to squash the dog, by letting his knees give way and flattening him under his ass. The crew fell silent, as the dog made a weak yelp and then no more. Horrified, by the turn of events, and the killing of the dog, Inga staggered to her changing room, chased after by a perplexed Phillipe.
“Ingy…you were great! Pity about your puppy. Does this mean you have still given up on men?”
At this point, the idea of becoming a lesbian, was very tempting, for our Inga, as she clutched her rear. “That was not a cock…that waz a …a….a French nuclear missile! That should be illegal!” She seemed to be in so much pain, she had forgotten all about her flattened puppy. <3>